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aalyssah · 9 months

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New Discovery

Pairing: Vincent Sinclair x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Nothing crazy.

Word Count: 1,180

Summary: You discover that you have a wax kink after an accidental spill during sexy time with Vincent.

A/N: I didn’t put an actual wax play, but I made it known. Hope You Enjoy!

It was a normal hot day in Ambrose and what's better than fresh ice cold lemonade?

You poured lemonade in three glasses cups and put the lemonade back in the fridge. You walked to the living room where Lester sat on the couch playing a video game.

"Hey Lest, I made you some lemonade." Lester paused his game and turned to you with a smile. "Oh thank god! When I tell you it's hot, I mean it!" Lester took a glass from your hand and gulped it down without second thought.

He hummed at the taste and reached his hand out for another glass, but you pulled back. "No, this is Bo and Vinny's." Lester had a pout form on his face. "Forget them, please let me just have a sip. They won't find out." You shook your head, standing up. "Nope, I don't need Bo yelling at me." Lester let you go and continued to play his game.

You walked to the garage to see Bo cleaning his tools. "Hey Bo, I made some lemonade." You held the glass out for him to take, which he took gratefully. "Mmm, it's so hot out there." You nodded your head.

"I know, I don't know how you do it trapped in that jumpsuit and hat. Just working here could give me a heatstroke." You and Bo shared a laugh before letting you go to Vincent.

You opened the basement door and walked down the creaky steps. "Vinny, baby, I got lemonade!" You walked up to him just in time to see him scurrying to put his mask on. "Awe baby, don't hide from me. It's just me and you." Vincent didn't listen, still putting mask on. He picked up the lemonade and took sips.

He let your hand run through his hair as he drank the drink. "Good, right?" Vincent nodded his head, finishing the cup. He fanned himself from the hot air. You bit your lip, eyeing him up and down.

"Vinny, you look so good today." Vincent turned around to look at you suspiciously. "What? Can't I compliment my man?" Vinny gave you one last look and shook his head and continued with his wax.

A pout formed on your lips as he turned away from you. "Vinny please, let's just have a quickie." You rubbed up his arms, but he gently pushed you off. "Please Vince, for me? I'll be extra quiet." Vincent let out a huff of somewhat defeat.

He pushed his work to the side and patted the table. You happily jumped up with a smile. "I promise I'll be quiet and quick." You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close to you. You placed small kisses on his mask, in hopes to get him to take it off.

He took your shirt and bra off, and lifted his mask. You cheered slightly. "There's my handsome boy." A blush formed on his cheeks, but he hid it by putting his face in your breast, licking and sucking at your nipples. His tongue ran over your sensitive peak while his other hand massaged and fumbled with the other.

His teeth nibbled from time to time, a small high pitch moan falling from your lips. Your hand was in his hair, scratching at his scalp. While he played with your breast, you took a moment to tap at his shirt. "Come on, get undressed before someone comes down."

Vincent complied, stripping from his shirt and pants while you got out of your pants. You both stood there naked, staring at each other. "You look so beautiful, baby." You slowly jerked him off, watching as his body jumped.

He was already semi hard just from fondling with your breast. "Big dick Vinny." You chuckled at the nickname, and guided his cock to your wet entrance, rubbing it up and down your slit. Vincent jerked his hips, trying to catch it in time to slip inside you. His tip was glistening from your juices.

After a couple of seconds of agonizing teasing you finally push him in, both of you sighing of relief in sync. It felt good for him to be inside you. It's very rare for you and him to get some 'intimate' time together.

With people coming every month to visit the town, go on vacations, and Vincent making the wax figure, there's no time to be alone.

He began slowly, thrusting his hips in yours, breathy moans coming from you. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer and deeper in you. "God Vincent!" Your head drew back, letting moans out, allowing Vincent to kiss and suck on your neck.

His hips thrusted at a comfortable pace, not too slow, nor fast. You put your hands on his butt, squeezing at his cheeks. “Come on, baby, faster, harder.” Vincent bit his lip at your determination for him to fuck you harder. He paused for a minute to grab your legs and put them over his shoulder.

He began thrusting harder and faster, reaching deeper than ever. The clapping noises were just as loud as the wet noise coming from your cunt. “Oh, fuck, holy shit!” Your head was about to fall back on the hard wood table, but Vincent wrapped his right hand around your neck, pulling you closer to him.

He harshly kissed you, forcing you to be quiet. His balls slapped against your ass, the smacking noise evident to what was happening in the basement. You were squirming under his hold so much from relentless pounding, you accidentally knocked into his wax melter.

The wax melter fell over, the wax spilling and hitting your arm and stomach. You screamed/moaned at the pain of the hot wax burning your skin. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and Vincent swore you got tighter.

He was ready to stop and get the wax, but you stopped him with your words. “Oh god, I’m- I’m cumming!” You clenched down on him, showing you were close. Vincent was confused as to why the wax made you more aroused, so he dipped his finger in the hot wax and poked your body.

“Vincent!”

You came, squeezing around him the tightest you’ve ever had in your life. Vincent let out a groggy groan, tensing up as he came. His cum shot into you, his body falling limp above yours. You were both breathing heavy, resting after the tired fucking.

You both didn’t have time to relax when a loud banging noise was heard at the door. “Hey, y’all need to be more quiet down there! You woke me up from my nap!” You heard Lester complain with a tired voice, before Bo took his turn.

“Yeah, stop fucking like wild rabbits and shut up!” Their footsteps walked away from the door and when you turned to look at Vincent you saw a deep red blush in his cheeks.

Not only did you have a new discovery on a kink, but you also discovered you're not as quiet as you think you are.

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suvidrache · 8 months

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Making Him Things

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 287 | Read it on AO3

Summary: S/O loves to make him things. Featuring: Vincent, Lester, and Bo.

Vincent Sinclair absolutely loves everything that you make him. He would have all of it on his desk. Displayed in the museum with "do not touch" signs. He'd have some of it in his bedroom. Sometimes, he frequently moves your stuff from the museum to his room. He wants to display it for the world to see, but at the same time, he doesn't want them ruining it, and so sometimes your stuff is there, sometimes it isn't. He would also make you items and display it in the museum or give it to you.

Lester has a full room of your stuff. He started off by putting it in his room, but over time, the stuff became more and more, so he placed all the things that couldn't fit in his bedroom into the spare room. He leaves the door open because sometimes he just stands in the doorway and admires the things that are there. He gives you anything cool that he can find or anything that he finds that reminds him of you. He wishes he could do better, but he knows that he isn't a great artist - he'll never be Vincent.

Bo loves the things you make him. He has it everywhere. His room, the shop, and various places in the house that he frequents. He enjoys seeing your work and adding to his collections. He would ask Vincent to make you items and then Bo gives them to you, as if he bought something for you or maybe even made it for you. He can't make things. You both know that. The best he could do is fix up a car and give it to you, but he wants something more special.

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slashersidewhore · 1 year

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I am begging for Vincent Sinclair fluff. I just want to be held by him ahhh

Vincent Sinclair! HC Comforting his S/O

Vincent Sinclair x gn!reader

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, hurt/comfort, soft Vincent, no y/n usage

It had been a long day, and quite frankly you were ready to just get into bed and let your mind be at peace. The day had started as it normally did, waking up beside Vincent, his soft snoring filling your ears. He didn’t sleep with his mask on, although he made it a habit of laying on his side so the scarred part of his face was obscured by one of the pillows. You’d softly curled your arms around his torso, pressing soft kisses to the back of his neck, ushering him gently awake.

Vincent normally wasn’t one for breakfast, he normally just went down to the basement after waking and waited until you would bring him lunch later. That’s of course when the first incident of the day happened. You had left the man to work in peace with a kiss on the cheek, allowing his space as you went off to the kitchen. Bo was there, sitting alone nursing a furrowed brow and cup of coffee. The two of you exchanged greetings, as you beelined for the fridge. Reaching for the eggs to start your breakfast off, your grip faltered, jumping back slightly when the whole carton hit the floor. Unfortunately Bo wasn’t exactly in the best mood, although he usually wasn’t. His mug hit the table, head eyes narrowing as you crouched to examine the eggs that in fact, had all been cracked and spilled all over the tile.

“Are you kidding right now? Produce ain’t cheap around these parts, and there you go wasting it.”

Now you and Bo weren’t unfriendly, in fact if it wasn’t for the man you’d never of met Vincent. But he did have a rough side, and a temper to match that often broke when even the slightest didn’t go his way. That was just the beginning of your day of mishaps though, it was as if the universe was against you. You had gone on to step on a rusty nail barefoot, the small, metal object embedded in your skin that was a pain to remove. Deciding to get some fresh air you’d gone to see Lester, who was more than happy to oblige your help with the road kill pit. That was until you’d accidentally fallen into the pile of fetted, rotten bodies of torn, bloated animal parts, your skin and clothing smelling of shit. Maybe you didn’t need any sun today.

After your run in with the pit, you thought a shower could do. Peeling off your dirty clothing, you were met with the unpleasant realization all the hot water had been used, leading you to shower beneath the pelting cold that gave you the chills. Washing up as fast as you could get clean, you went to remove yourself when your foot caught on something, falling back and slapping your nose against the wet, shower wall. The sting was dull, red streaks entering the drain as your face scrunched in pain.

That’s how you ended up here, hands shaking with self disappointment as you stare at the ground. All you’d wanted was to get Vincent, and curl up in bed, relax and get your mind off of the god awful day you had. But now you were forming a cold sweat, legs trembling and your cheeks grew red, eyes filling with unshed tears. The small, wax shards were scattered on the ground before you, the once in perfect little sculpture broken beyond repair. All you wanted to do was go to bed, and now you’d ruined a piece of Vincent’s art. As if anything couldn’t get any worse.

Warm drops met your cheek bones, tears rolling down one after another, constant and quiet against your silent sniffles. A gentle palm planted planted on your shoulder, swiftly turning your body around. Vincent stood before you now, hand still firmly on your shoulder as the one eye he had left was widened behind the hole in his mask. Your bleary gaze left his, ashamed and hating yourself as you looked to his wax covered, heavy black boots.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to break it, honest.” Your voice was wavering and quiet, trying to contain sobs as you continued to avoid his gaze. You could see from the corner of your eye as he shifted to look over your shoulder, eyeing the sculpture in question you had apparently ruined. Rough in texture yet gentle in nature fingers lifted your chin, angling your face so you could see his sure to be angered reaction. Although he didn’t appear angered, in fact he seemed worried, his own arms trembling as you continued to sob.

Vincent was quick to pull you into his embrace, one hand on the small of your back, while the other cradled your head to his chest. You could feel the cool plate of his mask’s lips pressing into the crown of your head. You were confused as to why he wasn’t upset, although it wasn’t catching you that off guard considering Vincent had never been anything but kind to you. Circling your arms around his middle, you tugged the man as close as possible, ignoring the way your snot was surely getting on his sweater collar.

“Aren’t you mad at me?” Vincent could care less about the now shattered art, if it was anyone else he would’ve lost his temper, but it wasn’t just anyone. Your sweet voice filled his ears, the soft sniffles you released every few seconds was slowly breaking his heart, now consumed by the need to make things right. Hell, you could knock over the most precious, time consuming sculpture he’s ever made, and he’d forgive you. At your words, the man shook his head, trying to convey without words how he truly felt.

He was a few inches from your face, eye shining with something as he gazed upon your face. With a free hand, he pointed to himself, then you, and shook his head. Your brows furrowed momentarily, head tilting ever so slightly.

“You and I?” He shook his head a firm no, pointing once again but this time at the shattered object on the floor as well, “You’re not mad at me.” You sighed as he nodded in agreement to what you said. You fell forehead first into his chest, nudging his jaw with the bridge of your nose. The silence was broken by a raspy, unpracticed, southern drawl of a voice, quiet yet at the same time all consuming in a way that tightened your chest.

“Could never be mad at you.”

Hope who requested this liked it!

As always requests are open to smut, angst and fluff

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crazy-concubine · 2 months

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WHY IS HE SO CUTE WHAT????

The tags I made

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26cyberworms · 2 years

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They said trans rights idfk

#rz michael myers #michael myers #halloween 2007 #vincent sinclair #michael myers x vincent sinclair #house of wax vincent #house of wax 2005 #house of wax #traditional art #my art #doc's art #pumpkin's art #slashers #slashers fandom #slashers art

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lucalucartz · 9 months

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House of wax when the house is wax idk I didn’t watch the movie

#I love him sm #my art #house of wax #vincent sinclair #house of wax vincent #sinclair brothers #house of wax fanart #house of wax fandom #vincent sinclair fanart #horror #horror movies #horror movie fanart #horror fan #slashers #slasher movies #slasher fanart #digital art #artists on tumblr #horror art

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bruhhhh-huhhhhh · 9 months

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Heeey! I absolutely love your writings! Could you please do a slasher matchup for me?

I'm a girl, 18 y.o. and about 160cm tall. I have brown hair that reaches just below my knees (and I usually keep it in two braids) and I'm really fair in skin. My clothing style can be described as a goblincore viking metalhead granny.

I love knitting, crocheting and learning languages. I can speak english, czech, norwegian and russian, maybe little finnish as well. Also I'm really into black metal. I enjoy going to local gigs.

I'm a grandma of my friend group.

I match you with...

Vincent Sinclair!

My man over here will absolutely find your crocheting one of the most interesting things in the world

Honestly, he wants nothing more than to learn how to do it too

Please teach him

Vincent would love to help you take care of your hair if you'd let him

HAIR MASKS TOGETHER

I headcannon that Vince loves any kind of music, metal and classical especially, so he might go to gigs with you every once and a while

You have to stay in the back though

(At least until he gains a little more courage and self-confidence)

#matchups!#slasher x reader #house of wax #vincent sinclair #house of wax vincent #house of wax 2005 #vincent sinclair x reader

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hanighul · 2 years

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🩸 I am your servant,

may I light your cigarette? 🩸

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imavillainok · 2 years

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"But he's MY babygirl !! 🥺"

this yo 'babygirl'????????????

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lostdevotee · 1 year

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deftones teehee

#vincent sinclair #house of wax 2005 #house of wax #house of wax vincent #house of wax edit #vincent sinclair edit #sinclair brothers #fan edit #horror edit #horror

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arkunder · 1 year

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An Over Dosage

A House of Wax Fan Fiction.

[[Warnings: Descirptions of overdoses, alcoholism, suicide, violence/yelling, threats

[Bo x Reader(?)] Established friendship with all three brothers. She/Her pronouns used for (y/n).

Word Count: 3,778.

Genre: Angst, Slight Comfort

Summary: Bo makes a mistake. He’s made many mistakes in his life. But he hadn’t meant to make this one- honest to god! He didn’t mean it this time. But regardless his brothers are left to deal with the mess, and (y/n)’s left to take care of him.

A/N: This is my first time posting my writings so it’s not my best work, if there are any errors or spelling mistakes please feel free to let me know.

I also decided to add some artwork to go along with the fic just because I’m capable of it, hope everyone enjoys.

@number1120 better hold up your end of the deal ;)

She pauses at the bathroom doorway, staring out of it at Vincent as he snags the six pack of beer off the ground by the plastic that’s holding it all together.

In one fluid motion Vincent swings, bringing the pack of beer down over his shoulder onto the driveway, as if chopping wood with an axe.

He uses an excessive amount of force doing so. She was surprised he hadn’t thrown his shoulder out but she knew Vincent was strong.

Stronger than his brothers, her, all of them.

The cans, all six at once, all but explode by the force, spraying foamy beer down the driveway, as well as against Vincent’s boots and mask.

Despite being thirty-forty(?) feet away from the driveway she can see his chest, expanding and contracting with force as he stands upright from his hunched over posture. His eye tracks the back lights of Lesters truck as it speeds out of Ambrose, kicking up a fog of dust.

She can’t see his face, his backs to her as well as his mask hides it from her regardless. She can’t read him. Can’t tell what he’s feeling at this singular moment of silence.

He turns with a snap, thumping his way up the porch steps into the house. He slams the door behind him with such force it shakes the frame. He swings around aiming for the kitchen again but he pauses.

He’s caught sight of her, still in the bathroom doorway. She doesn’t say anything to him, doesn’t try to convey any emotions on her face other than… a pitying sorrow.

At that moment, she could’ve sworn the man standing before her was Bo Sinclair. Not Vincent. Regardless she wants to allow him to do whatever it is he needs to do, without judgement from her.

She reaches for the bathroom door and pulls it until there’s only a crack left between the door and the frame. Leaving Vincent to his chaos.

She turns back to Bo. He’s still in the tub, damp. She makes her way to him, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him into a sitting position.

“Come on Hun, let’s get you to bed”

She manages to get under him, pulling him to sit onto the tub's edge. She grabs his knees and swings them over the edge so he’s sitting out of it now.

He sways nearly falling back into the tub but she catches him by the shoulder of his shirt.

She stretches, grabbing the towels Lester had set on the toilet lid, all while holding onto Bo’s shirt, to prevent him from falling backward.

She returns to face him. She takes one of the towels placing it upon his head. She shakes it across his still damp curls like a dog.

He leaves it on his head as she begins to unbutton his shirt, exposing his tank top underneath. She’s barely able to pull it over his shoulders and tosses it to the ground with a wet splat.

She reaches now for the pair of scissors Lester left on the sink.

“Hope you don’t like this tank top” she mumbles as she begins to cut it away from his body.

She tosses the cloth to the side as well, taking the other towel she'd thrown over her shoulder. She pulls it off and swings it around his exposed shoulders and chest wrapping it tight.

He mumbles something.

“Hmm?” She hums, leaning down to his eye level. His eyes are still closed, he’s still pale and he’s beginning to tremble.

“Mama?” He mumbles.

She pauses. Mind racing to process that one word mumbled out of his shaking lips. Her eyes scan him before she stands back up. She pulls his head against her stomach so she can rub the towel down his back.

“Not quite Bo. But don't worry you’re not in trouble. Just rest for now, yeah? We’s gonna get ya to bed”

He continues to mumble and groan quietly as she drags the towel down the rest of his back, across his shoulders, over his chest.

This had to have been the worst night yet at the Sinclair household. At least the worst she’s experienced.

There was a sudden thud outside the door, in the kitchen. If she was to guess, she would’ve said Vincent had gotten done rummaging through the fridge, collecting every ounce of alcohol within it.

She turns back from looking at the door to look down at Bo.

There’s a sudden sound of glass shattering, then again and again and again-

Bo suddenly rests his head further against her stomach. Rubbing his forehead affectionalty against her as if trying to soak up her warmth. He groans again.

She looks down at him. Always so proud. So cocky, never accepting any help from anyone. The responsible, dependable one. She almost wanted to chuckle. But the situation was far too depressing to do so. Not at his expense. Not this time.

She rubbed a hand into his hair, scratching his scalp. That always comforted her, she wondered if it helped.

She got her answer when he preened into her touch.

“Come on now, gotta get you warmed up” she pulled away, rubbing the towel against his hair again.

“Can you stand? Think you can get those pants off?” He swayed side to side but sat up on his own now, regardless. He reached down slowly to his belt. His hands were limp, fingers shaking as he fumbled with the buckle. She watched him for a moment, taking in the quiet sounds of his shuffling.

She stepped forward, leaning down onto her knee in front of him. “It’s alright, I got’ya” she unbuckled the lasp, pulling the two straps apart before tugging it lightly through the loops of his jeans.

“Hmmn” he mumbled quietly forcing his head up and down.

“Say that again hun?” She sat the belt down by the soaking shirt and ripped tank top.

“Where’s… Les?”

“Lesters… he’s-“ she couldn’t think of anything, what could she even say to him?

“He headed home for a bit Bo”

He hummed again, nodding slightly.

“I bet you you’ll see him tomorrow morning, ’magine he’ll bring you something good to eat” she forced a smile up at him as she unbuttoned his jeans.

They probably wouldn’t see Lester for at least a week, he’d be to scared to face Vincent and to guilty to face Bo. He’d certainly blame himself for this. For Bo.

It wasn’t Lester’s fault, honest to god she, at least, didn’t blame him. But she knew at this moment Vincent sure did. But as she grabbed the hem of Bo’s jeans, trying to convince him to lean forward so she could tug them down for him (she really didn’t want to cut them up like his tank top), she wondered how Lester must’ve felt. He’d certainly gone back to his mini home on the outskirts of Ambrose.

He’d left with tears in his eyes and cracks in his voice. She imagined if she went to visit the trailer later on it would be in more disarray than usual. Pictures, clothes, anything on the tables thrown about in a frenzy. Lester didn’t really have a temper like Bo. Simply didn’t have the same rage as Bo. Lester had thrown tantrums before but they were never as violent as his brothers. More so just desperate attempts to wear himself out of his emotions. To just… get it out. It was just how he coped with things like this.

Lester couldn’t have known after all. Known that Bo would’ve gotten that drunk tonight, had one too many piss warm beers. Lester couldn’t have known that when Bo asked if ‘he still had any of those pills his friend had given him to help with sleeping’ that he would’ve taken more than two.

She couldn’t have imagined Bo knew what he was doing either. He was simply too proud to kill himself. To leave his brothers. It was what she’d first thought though when they’d all walked in on the scene, but once she had a moment of time to think about it, she’d guessed it was an accident. That he hadn’t meant to take nearly half of the baggy of pills. That he’d probably taken two, and- already in a drunken stupor, took two more when they hadn’t worked immediately, then continued from there until he’d passed out.

When they’d all come across the scene, Bo passed out on the couch, beer bottles littered across the coffee table they hadn’t really paused until Vincent noticed the bile and foam around Bo's mouth. Vincent hadn’t paused after that.

He’d sprung toward immediately, with a quickness she’d only ever seen him use when chasing victims. Vincent stood above him, grabbing Bo by his shirt and hauled him forward to sit up on the couch. Bo's body followed the movements limply. Vicnent only shook him twice before he threw Bo onto the floor forcing him on his side. He hit the floor with all his weight and a loud thud.

Vincent was on his knees beside him, by then her and Lester had rushed over, she’d kneeled on Bo’s other side holding his shoulder so he wouldn’t slump face first into the floor. Lester paced back and forth in front of them biting down on his finger.

At that moment Lester had looked around the living room desperately before his eyes landed on the familiar, now half empty, baggy of pills on the coffee table. At that Lester threw his face into his hands and sobbed crouching forward and continuing to pace back and forth.

Vincent hadn’t hesitated, as soon as Bo was on the ground he’d forced his index and middle finger down his twins throat scooping out whatever he could get ahold of then flicking his hand toward the floor to get the contents off his fingers.

She couldn’t help but to rub Bo’s shoulder in any sort of attempt to get him to gain consciousness once more. It was out of pure panic. She’d never seen him like this before, was…was this the first time this had happened?

Vincent moved quickly so his twins head rested on one of his knees while he shoved his fingers down his brothers throat again. Vincent’s knuckles touched Bo’s lips and for a moment nothing happened.

Both could barely make out Lester’s sobs of “sorry”’s and “I didn’t know”’s, it simply couldn’t be processed at that moment.

Then suddenly Bo gagged. At once Bo's body flinched as if trying to curl up, and suddenly he was spewing his guts up.

A mixture of beer and half digested liquid emptied his mouth, splattering across the wooden floor at once and he made a horrid wrenching noise as Vincent removed his fingers. Vincent held his brother's head carefully, angling it downward so Bo wouldn’t choke. After a few more wretches of vomit had come up Bo gasped shallowly. His eyes stayed closed and he was still limp.

With a sureness she hadn’t known Vincent had, he shoved his fingers once more down his brother's throat without pause, and the process continued once more.

Bo was dry heaving now, only gagging. He’d had nothing left to expel from his stomach and Vincent made sure of that.

She’d had to remove her hand from Bo’s back to place it on Vincent’s shoulder and attempt to calm the other twin now. Slowly Vincent realized he’d done all he could, and removed his hands slowly from his brother. When he did Vincent’s shoulders went limp and all they could do was listen to Bo as he swallowed and coughed weakly.

Bo slowly brought his legs up to his chest as his breath began to come back to him stronger now. Bo groaned then and Vincent placed his hand back onto Bo rubbing him in a comforting way.

“…Jesus” was all Bo could manage to croak out shallowly as his eyes slowly opened.

She smiled suddenly and grabbed at Bo, whispering reassurances to him even if he couldn’t make them out yet.

She hadn’t caught the look at first but when she sat up again she noticed. Vincent staring at Lester like she’d never seen before. Such a calloused look.

She didn’t understand at first until Lester began to tremble out. “I didn’t know, I-I didn’t… think he’d take that many” Lester shook where he stood, hands pulling at his cheeks. He looked as if he’d tumble down onto his knees any moment now. Vincent gently lowered his brother's head to the floor then stood up. He reached over to the coffee table and it was then she noticed the baggy of pills.

Vincent stomped over to his younger brother and Lester actually flinched away for a moment. She’d called out to Vincent but nothing deterred him. He loomed over Lester. Aggressively he shoved the bag into Lester’s hands, sending him back a step or two, and seethed.

“Get this outta my house” Vincent's voice was hoarse. It always was but it’d never sounded so… cruel, especially when directed to his younger brother.

She could hear Vincent gritting his teeth together from where she still sat next to Bo, now taking his head into her lap so he might rest for a minute.

“I-I’m sorry! I… I didn’t know he’d take’em all! I didn’t know!” Lester was sobbing desperately now, ringing the baggy between his hands. Vincent’s shoulders twitched.

“I said to get the FUCK OUTTA MY HOUSE LESTER! BEFORE I FUCKIN’ KILL YA!” Vincent bellowed, clawing into Lester's shoulders and throwing him toward the door.

She’d flinched now. She’d never heard Vincent so much as raise his voice in all the time she’d spent at Ambrose. She grabbed onto Bo and watched silently, too afraid to dare interrupt them. Lester skitted against the floor and looked back from where he’d been thrown and just stared back at his brother, tears having been falling down his face the moment he’d realized what had happened to Bo.

Lester shook his head at Vincent silently, desperate for his older brother to just take it back, to tell him this wasn’t his fault, to realize Lester was sorry because he was. But Vincent didn’t, at that moment he had no comfort to give, and it was at that moment she’d realized it. Vincent and Bo, despite their differences, were once the same flesh and blood. Still were. Vincent had the same rage within him as Bo, and that was a horrifying thought.

It was when Vincent took a single step toward his younger brother that Lester realized he had to leave. Lester took a step back, then another, and he kept doing so until he was to the frame of the front door, and with panic in his eyes like none other, he ran out the door toward his truck.

Vincent heaved suddenly, as if holding his breath, and his hands were suddenly to his mask, nearly clawing it off his face but it stayed fit to him.

She felt Bo stir as he attempted to place his arms below himself to sit up but he was still weak, so she simply held him as they sat on the floor, both soaked in his spew.

Then suddenly, before she knew it, she’d spoken so gently to him. “Let’s get you cleaned up in the bathroom”

She’d managed his jeans off him without having to cut them off and for a moment she looked up at him. She wanted to ask why, why he’d done this.

His eyes were closed and both his hands clasped the edge of the tub keeping him upright, but still he swayed forward and back.

She stayed quiet instead.

Hauling his jeans from his ankles and setting them next to the rest of his clothes, she stood up in front of him now.

She would’ve taken his clothes off him before putting him into the tub but as soon as she’d managed to get him into the bathroom he’d began to pass out again, and in a panic she’d laid him down into the tub, made sure the water was at least luke warm (she didn’t want to put his body into shock, any more than it already was) and showered him down from there.

If it worked when he was in a drunken stupor then maybe it’d work for an overdose. She wasn’t sure, but it’s all she could do at that point.

Now though, she reached for the towel still around his shoulders and pulled it tight against his chest. Goosebumps raised against his flesh and she wanted to get him upstairs to his bed in a clean and warm pair of pyjama pants before he’d pass out again.

She let out a quiet sigh. “You ready to go up to bed now Bo?” She was quiet, worried she’d scare him if she talked any louder. He took a deep breath to register her words before he nodded slowly.

“Alrighty dear, let’s get you to bed” she positioned herself under one of his arms before slinging said arm over her shoulders and leaning his weight onto her. Slowly from there they stood together and while Bo was weak and it took nearly two minutes to just reach the bathroom door, he was still standing despite it all.

Managing to exit the bathroom the aftermath of Vincent’s rampage was evident, glass shards and spilled liquor leaked out of the kitchen's doorway.

Vincent had made sure all alcohol within the Sinclair home would be destroyed before he so much as faced Bo again.

At that moment Bo's knees buckled for a moment and they both dropped suddenly to the floor, but she’d made sure to brace herself and pull Bo onto her side so her knees would scrape the floor before his could, absorbing the impact. They sat there a moment in silence. She breathed quietly then looked up to Bo.

“ ‘m sorry” he slurred quietly into her ear. She wasn’t sure what it was at that moment but hearing him so quiet and gentle did something and it all suddenly hit her at once.

She lowered her head so he wouldn’t see as tears welled up suddenly in her eyes.

“Vincent?” Her voice cracked and it came out far too quiet for anyone to even hear. Readying herself again before she could change her mind she called out again making sure she was loud enough that no matter where he was in the house Vincent would hear her “Vincent!”,

And suddenly he emerged from the kitchen and quickly made his way to the two on the floor, drastically far more gentle than he’d been moments ago.

“Can… Can you help me get him to his room?” Her voice came, out of breath and tired. Vincent pressed his hand to his brother's shoulder pushing it back so he could face him. For a second he stared at Bo, his eyes nearly closed once again, his jaw slightly lax.

Then suddenly Vincent’s taking Bo’s arm under himself, pulling Bo to his feet, she follows to stand up and take Bo’s other arm to help support his weight but in a swift motion Vincent manages to kick Bo’s legs out from under him and with his free arm grabs them, holding his brother on his own, bridal style. Bo slowly wraps his arms around his brother's neck and rests his face against his own arm and Vincent's shoulder.

She almost wants to laugh once more but doesn’t, she only smiles fondly at the brothers.

They make their way to Bo’s room carefully, she follows behind the twins as they make their way up the stairs to make sure Vincent doesn’t slip. They manage their way down the upstairs hallway and it is up to her to open Bo’s bedroom door for the two.

She doesn’t bother turning the light on, only clears a path for Vincent to Bo’s bed. Her, kicking and tossing Bo’s dirty and unfolded clothes and cans to the side of the room. She reaches the bed first and pulls the unmade beds cover and sheets to one side so Vincent can place his brother down.

As he does Bo clings to him for a moment before Vincent’s removing Bo’s arms from around his neck like a child. She brings the covers up to Bo resting them just below his shoulders and as she does this Vincent is already leaving nearly out of the door now. She looks back at him as he leaves wondering how he can leave so quickly. But then again, she’s not his brother. Not his twin. Not his flesh, bone, and blood. She's not Vincent.

She turns back to Bo and he’s moved over to his side now. Any thought of attempting to dress him leaves her, he seems content enough and she doesn’t want to disturb him.

She brushes a few stray, damp locks out of his eyes and stares at him for a moment before she realises she should go back down stairs to clean up the glass, liquor, and vomit. Obviously periodically checking up on Bo. She resigns herself to it and turns to leave.

“[y/n]?” Bo’s voice is faint and if there was any other noise in the room she might’ve not heard it but she does, so she turns back to him at his bedside once more.

“Yes hun? You need anything?” His eyes are still closed and he gives no indication he even heard her but he continues. “Will… will ya lay with me a bit? I don’t feel good” he whines and her lips form a line as she tries to hold back the emotions his words cause her to feel before she sighs and smiles, even if he can’t see it.

“Of course hun”.

After grabbing the trash can in his room, setting it to his bedside, and finding a half full water bottle and placing it on his bedside table, she climbs carefully over him and lays behind him, his back to her.

She rubs his back and shoulders gently in the silence, trying to ease him,

And suddenly despite it all she can’t help but tell him.

“Bo? You know me and your brothers love you, right?” He doesn’t respond, and she assumes he’s far too out of it to understand what she said so she just continues to rub his back.

What she doesn’t know is that Bo bites his lip silently as he forces his eyes closed to let tears begin to fall down his cheeks silently. He then begins to shake.

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